I'm in trouble. I'm an addict. I'm addicted to this girl. She's got my heart tied in a knot. And my stomach in a whirl. But even worse. I can't stop calling her.
And I sing songs about the past.. How I was raised and I was thrown out on my ass. Cause I didn't care.. About going to school.. . And I saw the look in her eyes..
Fifteen minutes later. You don't seem so famous. The arms that raised you overhead. Take you to your grave instead. . With your wedding ring and your trampoline.